Book Of Roses

Voices

So loud.

So hurtful.

Words screaming. People throwing their anger back and forth between their voices.

I'm tired of it. 

Tired of trying to keep my zen and tired of listening to everything.

So quiet. 

So unheard.

Words falling to the floor.

I'm tired of it.

Tired of hearing the quiet yet groundbreaking promises being whispered under their breaths.

So happy.

So laced with false emotions.

I'm tired of it.

Tired of seeing fake faces. Hearing fake voices. Why won't it end?

So wavered.

So sad.

I'm tired of it.

Tired of hearing not only myself, but others breaking around me. An I'm fine only says so much before you can see the puffy eyes.

So ugly.

So beautiful.

I want more.

I want to hear more of my music. The heavy bass of the drums. The electrifying pulse of the guitar. The bone chilling chorus of the vocalist. 

Shut up.

Please stop talking.

I just want them to stop. 

I'm hot. My face is burning.

I'm on fire. Everything's on fire.

So hot.

Too hot.

I'm dizzy. The ringing keeps getting louder. The voices are louder.

Help me. 

Stop screaming.

Stop fighting.

Stop persisting. 

I just want it to stop. 

The loud crescendo of the voices are steadily rising. 

Higher.

Higher.

Higher.

I can't do anything.

I try to stop them.

My voice remains unheard.

My eyes are burning again.

Words I don't want to hear ring through my ears. 

It replays. I'm getting pulled under.

Let me up. Let me breathe. 

Everything is quiet. I am numb.

The voices are gone.

My voice is gone.